Um I gotta go grab my vibe...this was hot
WHAT YOU'RE MEANT TO DO ᥣđ©
pairing: alpha!Simon 'Ghost' Riley & workcaholic omega fem!reader
synopsis: you've lived your whole life without any problems due to the status of being beta, and you liked it that way. It doesn't interfere with your work, and suddenly you're informed you're an omega? That can't be.
tags: small arguments, smut like.. actually, dumbification, slight size kink, belly bulge, hair pulling, praise, degradation, breeding kink??, daddy kink, slight overstimulation if you squint, spit kink if you live in delusions
You had a routine you religiously followed. The day starts with waking up at 4, never having trouble getting up because you always look forward to work. You leave the apartment you share with your boyfriend at 5:15â maybe later than that when Simon feels clingy and asks you to stay for that day. Youâll indulge for 5 minutes before pressing a kiss on his chapped lips, promising youâll come home early for him which seems to satisfy him.Â
Now you knew something was wrong when you woke up, exhausted, and all your bones weighed like a ton. Thinking back to last night, the clock displayed 10:15 when you finally resigned to bed, even unable to satisfy Simon (which he understood), opting to cuddle with you and nosing around your neck. Your groan woke up Simon, his muscled figure making the bed creak as he followed your figure almost dragging itself to the bathroom. âSweetheart?â he calls out, worry evident in his voice. âIâm fine, baby. Just feeling a little under the weather. Nothing some meds wonât fix,â the reassurance slips off your tongue easily despite all the alarms in your mind begging you to rest.Â
Your breathing got labored as your body tried to function. Your lover seems to have taken your word for it and went back to sleep, making you crack a smile.
Finally, you managed to get ready.. at 5:40. On the way, you could feel stares pointing at you. Did you smell? âDid I shower? I.. forgot. No, no... I did..â you think to yourself, putting your things down on the table and letting your legs rest. âWhat kind of fucking sickness is this?â mumbling to yourself, your eyebrows furrow, cursing at the world and complaining about the medicine not taking effect.Â
Time seemed to go fast but unbearably slow. It seemed like you could only recognize snippets throughout the day. Next thing you know, you hear your boyfriendâs worrying voice coming from your phone. Since when did you call? Nevermind. You hung up. Your mind flashes forward and the bright shine of your laptop looks back. For quite some time, you donât recall moving, just looking dazed. âWater. I need waterâ You finally snap back to reality, standing up. The world suddenly swirled and you found yourself on the floor.Â
âOh, shit. I-I need to get up... Fuck, my legs wonât move
Tears swelled in your eyes, feeling helpless as people started to crowd you. Amid the commotion, a thundering voice booms out, calling for you. âY/N!â Suddenly, all you could feel was the cool feeling of your boyfriendâs skin on yours. His scent fills your senses. God, you could live off this. âBabe.. why are you here?â you look at him, sighing in relief when you feel his palm pressed against your cheek. âYou called me, slurring your words.â His voice was so deep and rough, you thought. Involuntarily, you squeezed your legs when you felt something gush in between. Your period? No, no.. too early. Unaware, everyone seemed to catch up to whatâs wrong with you. Everyone rushed to distance themselves from you when Simon held you protectively, hiding you away from everyone and glaring at those who seemed to look at you like prey ready to be devoured.Â
Before you lost consciousness, all you could think of was you forgot to save your document. Then the next thing you wake up to is your apartmentâs ceiling and the clattering from your kitchen with heavy footsteps. You could only assume itâs your boyfriend trying to cook. âGhost..?â you call out, voice hoarse. In an instant, he was by your side with water in hand. âHi, baby,â he starts, pushing the glass near your lips. You whine when you canât even move to take a sip, and he melts at that. With gentleness, he tangles his fingers in your hair and pulls your head back, tilting the glass. âOpen,â he commanded, which your body seemed to obey, your mouth opening and letting the cold water relieve your parched throat. As some droplets escape and cascade down your cleavage, you moan as it momentarily relives the heat your skin radiates.Â
âLove...â your boyfriend starts with the tone you know he uses when itâs about something that will upset you. âYouâre required by the doctor to stay home for 2 weeks,â he continues, which finally tips you off. âNo! I-I have a project due in 5 days, okay? I just need some paracetamol.â Insisting, you move to get up but you feel your boyfriendâs palm on your waist pinning you down. âNo, bunny. Youâre staying.â You glare at him in return. A part of you was aware that he was doing this for your sake, but you were too stubborn to let him. âGhost, stop. Iâm not in the mood for any lovey shits, okay? Just let me be,â you snap. Usually, when you get this pissed, he lets you be and just rushes by your side when you inevitably pass out due to over-exhaustion. This time, he doesnât.Â
His stare was firm and commanding unlike the usual. Your Simon was soft, always there to clean up your mess. He never forces you to rest nor to listen to himâ even if it is for the better. âBunny, itâs not normal sickness, okay?â he still calmly explains, brushing the stray hair away from your face but you only slap his hand away, still frustrated. Seeing that youâre getting an attitude, he sighs and kisses your temple. âDo you know what your secondary gender is?â At his question, you stare at him like he asked you if you know the sky is blue. âFucking hell, Ghost. Of course! I told you this the moment we met. Iâm a beta, okay? Can you let me go now?â you hissed, attempting to raise his heavy hand of your hand yet he persisted and pressed harder. âNo, princess,â he looks away in contemplation. âI rushed you to the doctor earlier. Your testing was a mistake. Youâre a freshly developed omega and it was advised you.. naturally, let your heat happen.âÂ
There were a few beats of silence before you cackled, tears forming in your eyes. âYeah, right, babe. As if. Can you just fucking let me go?â The news of you being an omega sounded fakeâ because it is, you scoff. âIâm not joking,â he mumbles with a new profound authority. After realizing he was serious, everything came crashing down on you. This couldnât be. You loved being a beta. It doesnât interfere with your life. You canât be an omega. You canât! No, itâs fake. This was a joke! Heats?? You?? No, no. Thatâs not trueâÂ
âY/N! Breathe!â Simonâs voice snapped you out of your haze, looking down to see your nails pressed so hard on his skin thatâs letting out droplets of blood. Sobs were robbed out of your body, refusing to accept the change in your, yelling at your boyfriend to let you go. His figure immediately wrapped itself around you, pressing your face on his chest and nuzzling your head. âCalm down, bunny. Itâs fine... Just calm down,â he soothes, putting his hand under your shirt to rub circles on your burning skin, and trying to get your breathing to match his. His shirt was drenched with tears but he didnât mind. He muttered endless praises in your ear about how brave you are, and how youâll be fine because heâs there. Ghost is there for you.
âIâm here, sweetheartâ he cooed, pressing a kiss on your ear and laying the both of you down on the bed. He covered you entirely with his figure, protecting you from the world. With a final hiccup, you lose yourself to sleep and exhaustion, settling down and letting yourself be vulnerable with him with his pheromones blanketing your senses as if heâs the only thing there.
Waking up with a gasp, a layer of sweat covered your whole body when your attention was suddenly redirected to the wet spot below you that seemed to seep into the bedsheets. Hot panic took you over and you suddenly felt ashamed. Did you pee yourself out of nervousness? Clamouring, you stumble as you try to wipe the spot away, whimpering when another sudden gush dripped down your legs which woke Simon.
âSweetheart? Whatâs up with âya?â
You cry, rushing to his side and throwing yourself at him while apologizing profusely. âI-Iâm sorry! Baby, Iâm sorry... Please forgive me. I didnât know!â
âCalm down, calm down.. tell me whatâs happening,â his voice immediately calmed you down, your hands still clenching tight on his shirt and sticking your face in his scent gland. In an instant, the strong smell of whiskey, ground, and cigar invaded your nose but you welcomed it. The aroma calms down your nerves and allows you to talk without tumbling over your words. âI-I.. peed,â you mumble in shame that surprised your lover, but it seems the situation clicked in his head and he only responded with a chuckle.Â
âNo, baby... You didnât pee,â he sighs, grabbing your waist and sitting you sideways on his lap, while he scoots backward to lean on the headboard. âItâs something omega releases in substitution to lube,â he starts his hand slowly peeling away your shorts, revealing your soaked panties. âThis is slick,â his finger swipes along the covered lips of your pussy, a string sticking to his pad. He brings his soaked fingers near you, when the smell suddenly hit him. You smell like cherry-fucking-pie.
âFuck, she smells so sweet. No, I need to be patient. Itâs her first heatâ he thinks while he watches your eyes observe with fascination. He nosed around your scent gland taking in your pheromones that sent blood rushing to his dick. His hand pulls your panties to the side to directly flick on your clit, pressing his thumb down and circling. You whimper, holding onto his shirt as your legs instinctively close. Everything was heightened. It felt like youâd come any minuted just from your clit getting pressed down.
âSpread them.â As if your body was possessed, your thighs separate, allowing Simon to completely slip off your underwear and press a single digit inside of you. The reaction was instant. Your back arches and your toes curl in pleasure, red chipped nails digging into his bicep, but he was too immersed in watching your pretty cunt take what he gives you to even care. âGood girl,â he praises, pressing his lips against your ear. Tilting your head to the side, you attempt on taking cover on hid bicep, but Ghost only grabs your face, tilting it back.Â
âDaddy needs to hear you, princessâ
Your moans got higher as he added another finger and pumped them, borderline abusing your cunt. But you needed this. How else will you take your alphaâs massive cock? Looking down on you, he melts as babbles and whines were the only things you could muster. Your body writhes in pleasure, eyes rolling back in pleasure. âS-Simon! Iâm... a-ah!.. close!â Feeling your release climbing, your pussy clenches around his digits while urging him to go faster; just a little more push to your climax. A scandalized gasp was ripped out of you when he suddenly stopped completely. âNo, how do you ask to cum properly?â his voice grumbles, squishing your cheeks while your face is soaked with tears. âI wanna cum, Simon. Please please pleaseââ he cuts you off, tightening his hold on your face and pressing his thumb hard on your clit. âNo, not Simon.â
With that, you finally realized the key to your release. âDaddy, please. I wanna cum, please. P-put your fingers in again. Daddy, pleaseâ you whine, a hand releasing his bicep to place itself on his nape, pulling him down so you can messily press a kiss. Satisfied, he plunged 3 fingers in, forcing your cunt to take it. âThere we go. Was that so hard, princess? Was it hard being polite to daddy?â he teases, pressing down on your sweet spot. His tongue licks around your mouth, sucking on the wet appendage and letting his saliva trickle down into yours.
You felt so tight around his digits, and the thought of how youâll feel around him made his cock ache. The hard-on pressing against your lower back which lifted as the coil inside of you snapped. He watches with adoration as you soak his fingers and the bedsheets, a sense of accomplishment bubbling up inside his chest, making precum dribble out of his tip and stain his sweatpants. âGood girl,â the praise slips off his tongue absentmindedly as he sneaks a hand behind you, untying his pants and pulling it down just enough for his cock to spring free.
Still high from pleasure, he manhandles your body to the position he wants. Pushing your body forward so your face is planted on the sheets with your hips resting on two-stacked pillows. Amid pleasure, you got brought back when overstimulation ran through your nerves, feeling Ghostâs cock fill you up, inch by inch. You didnât even realize when he had taken his bottoms off. The only thought running through your head was him, his smell, his overpowering pheromones, and his cock. God, his cock was driving you crazy.
âBabygirl, you need to loosen up,â he orders, slithering a hand under you to swirl around your clit. âNo!.. oh! s-sensitive!â you whine, sobbing onto the pillow. âI donât care, sweetie. You had your fill, now daddy needs his. Wonât you be a good girl and help me? I promise Iâll reward you,â he mutters, his chest pressing on your back. Driven with the need to be good for him, you let your cunt relax to take him in.
Slowly rutting his hips, he tries to thrust more of his cock inside of you. âSlowly, baby. Breathe for me. There we go. Perfect,â he groans, pressing his forehead on your nape when he finally felt himself completely buried inside your hot, wet cunt. âSuch a perfect pussy. You want to make me proud, donât ya?â You only whine in response, then a loud moan ripped out of you when you felt a subtle bulge on your stomach which got pressed down onto the pillow under the weight Ghost was putting down you. âFuck, youâre so small, arenât ya? Such a perfect cocksleeve. What a behaved slut for me.â Without a warning, he snaps his hips, thrusting in and out of you without mercy; like a carnal animal with the intent to just breed. God, this is heaven. This is where heâs supposed to be. With you, inside of you.
âIâm gonna fill you up so good, maâ he moans, your voice matching his. âAh-ah-ah! Fast! Too faâ oh! Too fast,â you sobbed yet it felt so good. Every sense of yours was drowning with the thought of your mate, of Simon. You were so lost in pleasure, hands sprawled out on the sheets and gripping, trying to crawl away from the overwhelming pleasure. Ghost only clicks his tongue, putting his hands on your waist and pulling you back, filling you to the brim again.
âDaddy was too lenient on you huh? Maybe I need to keep you here. You wonât ever need to use that pretty head of yours, worrying about nothing, sweetie. Iâll do everything for you, okay? Your alpha will do everything for you.â You feel him pull back with the tip catching on your rim. As if given a break, you take a breath but suddenly everything was knocked out of you when he bottomed out with one thrust.
âF-fuck, you feel amazing. You just need to be good to me, okay? You just need to be a good mama for our children, stay at home, and let me use your pretty pussy when daddy needs to relieve stressâ Pinning your waist down, it was like he actually sees you as a personal cocksleeve, using your body for his own release.
Thrusting faster, Ghostâs moans start to pitch higher, his hand tangling itself in your locks to pull your face from the pillow. Locking lips, he moans louder while pressing down on the bulge in your stomach, helping him get closer from the fact youâre so smallâ so easily to manhandle and to use freely. Maybe he should actually just keep you here. You wonât need to work. No need to stress that pretty head of yours over trivial stuff. He just needs you to stay with him.
The thought of you being swollen with his baby and staying inside the apartment waiting for him was the final thing that sent him to the edge. His tip spurting out cum filled you up to no end, kissing the entrance of your womb as he buried himself as deep as possible. Your hands scramble to hold onto something, afraid to get lost in the pleasure; scared of being a slave to the mind-numbing pleasure. You dig your nails on his thigh, sobbing and moaning in pleasure as his release triggered another of yours. Feeling so full, Ghost finally stopped cumming and lets you go. His spent body collapsing alongside you in exhaustion. Silence ensued between you guys, basking in each otherâs presence. After a while, he got up to grab a towel to clean you up, knowing youâd be insatiable once your omega instincts completely settled.
Feeling his lips kiss your temple, his rough yet sultry deep voice (or maybe thatâs just your love for him talking) telling you to relax made you purr. As you watch him take care of you, scrubbing down both yours and his spent off your body got you thinking. Maybe this is where youâre supposed to be. Doing nothing but behaving for your lover, keeping Ghost happy.
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They Help You Practice
Task Force 141 asks you to be the bait for a secret assignment. So, they make you audition for the role. You end up getting gangbanged by the whole team and loving it!
TW: gangbang, vaginal sex, anal sex, oral sex, gay sex, degradation, explicitly consensual, spit? please check AO3 link at bottom for full tag list
You let yourself into his office, shutting the door behind you, and stood before him at a sharp parade rest, waiting to be informed about your fate.Â
âSergeant, thank you for coming. There is no need for formalities. This is just a chat.â
You moved to a more relaxed rest and nodded.Â
Price continued,
âThis is going to be quite the ask. Would you be willing to perform duties which areâŠoutside of your current scope?â
âYes, sir,â you responded just as you should have, as you were trained to, but Price was hoping you would understand exactly what you would be getting yourself into.Â
âI need you to go undercover to a Konni restaurant cover in MinskâŠas bait. Am I making myself clear?â
A pause. But, to your credit, you didnât flinch. You did raise an eyebrow and ask a clarifying query,
âWhat kind of bait, sir?â
âOur next target, Dimitri Sokolov, will be at the Black Pearl bar in Minsk tomorrow, and we wonât get a better chance to lure him away from his bodyguards. He almost never makes public appearances, so he must be making an exception. Sokolov has,â he paused for a moment, trying to find the words, making general, suggestive motions over his own chest, âparticular tastes in his women. You just so happen to have the right profile for the job. Again, this is not an order, Sergeant. I need to know if youâre willing to accept.â
âYes, sir,â you tried to appear fully in control. You knew your breasts were large, but you had never been asked to use them as a weapon. There was a first time for everything, you supposed. You would do anything to help the team.
The captain loved your composure. He knew you would be perfect for the job.Â
âGood. Let's brief the team.â
Price walked with you down to the meeting room at the end of the hall and found Soap, Ghost, and Gaz sitting in the desk chairs every way except the way they were designed, lounging over the furniture like big cats, melting into the various surfaces they encountered. They fixed themselves when the captain walked in.Â
âGentlemen,â Price opened, âthis is our bait. Her code name is Rabbit. Rabbit, this is Soap, Ghost, and Gaz.â
You nodded politely and resumed a semi-formal rest position.Â
The men had noticed you around the base but hadnât been formally introduced. You were a desk rider, but still, you were hard to miss. The baggy military clothing had almost managed to conceal a bounty of soft curves, but your lush body persisted beneath it, and the outlines of your feminine form made heinous suggestions in the fabric. Unfortunately for them, you didnât hang around the gym or the common area enough for them to have generated a fully accurate image of your enticing body, but they were certain it was delicious. They watched you like peckish wolves. Waiting hungrily, shifting in their seats in anticipation. For what, you werenât sure.
âRabbit is going undercover for us to take down Sokolov, Vladimir Makarovâs new shipping controller. He has a particular penchant for,â Price paused just long enough for anyone to understand his true meaning, âcertain types of women. Rabbit fits the mold, so all she needs is the gear and the training.â
Price cut open three large cardboard boxes to reveal slinky dresses and a number of questionable garments.Â
âIâll need to try them on,â you offered, âDo you want me to get changed, Captain?â
âSounds good. Come back in when youâre all set,â he smiled, enjoying the view as you left the room.Â
Ghost crossed his arms, clearly with quite a mouthful to share and but refusing to. Gaz stared down at the knife he was playing with, bashful. But Soap would not be cowed, and as soon as you left, he said,
âFeeding her to the sharks like bait, Captain? I dinnae ken any of us was so expendable.â
âSoap,â Price warned, âthe sergeant is more than capable of handling -â
âI wasnae askinâ about the lassieâs capabilities. Send her in to slit his throat with a knife in her hand, for all I care. But to send her in unguarded, unarmed? No. Itâs not right,â Soap crossed his arms.Â
âHeâs got a point, Captain. Why take the risk of losing an operative?â Ghost spoke coldly.Â
Price furrowed his brow at their short-sightedness,
âAnd do what, exactly? Have the Russians scurry back underground at the first hint of an assassination attempt? Weâve failed that mission three times, boys. Iâll not have this go south again.â
âIâm sure she is capable, Captain. But, is Rabbit committed to this plan?â Gaz asked.Â
âSure,â Price tried to sound reassuring, âwe spoke in my office. She agreed to come down here. Besides, sheâll have you three as backup. You wonât let anything happen to her.â
Gaz did not seem convinced. All three soldiers wore a scowl on their faces, and even though Ghostâs was obscured by his mask, his body language communicated his displeasure. Price carefully ashed his cigar to renew the glowing tip, taking a long drag while they waited for you to return.Â
You were back without too much of a delay, but when you walked in, your colleagues were visibly stunned. They didnât recognize you at first. A short black dress had replaced your camouflage fatigues, showing off miles and miles of smooth, shining skin. Your thick thighs stretched the silky fabric, and your ass threatened to escape from the edge of the dress with every step you took. Your new heels clacked sharply against the cold concrete, making your legs flex and tense, showing off your well-formed musculature. You did not miss squat day very often, apparently.
But, the assets you were trying to use for this particular mission were the real stars of the show. Your heavy breasts battled against the low dip of the dress, providing a deep display of cleavage, hinting at pink perky nipples hidden just below the line of the black silk. Your tits jiggled as you struck the floor with each careful step, making the room full of men breathe a little heavier at the sight.Â
Soapâs big mouth betrayed them all,
âChrist in Heaven. There you are, bonnie.â
Ghost backhanded him hard on the shoulder. Price glowered.
You had put on a little more makeup than might be socially acceptable in an office setting, making the suggestive outfit complete. Finally, as you stood at the head of the meeting table, you took out your task force regulation braid and pulled your fingers through your hair, breaking up your long waves as they spilled down your neck and back.Â
You smiled,
âWell, do I look the part?â
Price coughed, inhaling too much smoke on accident. Gaz hadnât moved since you walked in the room. He just stood there, dumbfounded, arms held at an odd angle as if frozen in time. Ghost cleared his throat to save them,
âYes, Rabbit. You clean up very nicely, donât you?â
âWell,â you sighed, âthis is sort of the raunchiest outfit I found in the box. I was going to go with something a bit more casual, but I thought Iâd better be noticeable if weâre going to nail this asshole.â
Gaz finally came out of his locked state, aghast,
âNoticeable? Sweetheart, this is more than noticeable. Goddamn.â
âYou think itâs too much? I donât really know what would get his attention,â you shrugged, looking shy as you confessed, âI donât get asked out very often.â
âYou could go out with me, lassie,â Soap edged his way closer to her, slinking around the table, âWeâd have a hell of a time, so we would.â
âDonât listen to Johnny,â Ghost stood in front of him a bit, snaking an arm around your cinched waist, âHe thinks takinâ his birds to the dog races is a good date idea.â
âWell, isnât it?â Soap protested.
Gaz grabbed your hand tenderly, examining your fingers like they were a precious work of art,
âMaybe you could come with me to Berlin next weekend, babes. Thereâs a killer music festival going on, and we could have a really good time. How does that sound?â
âBoys,â Price interrupted, âIâm sure she has plenty of work to finish here; canât just be galavanting off with you muppets. In fact, why donât you stop by my office after this mission, bunny rabbit, and we can work on your projected shipment dates together? You know, I used to be a logistics man, myself.â
Ghost rolled his eyes at the Captain,
âPlease, logistics? You drove a truck back and forth on base delivering food to the canteen twenty years ago. Iâve read your file.â
The men all started talking over each other, forgetting your presence in favor of coming out on top of the dog pile. You smiled to yourself, eager to push more of their buttons.Â
Slipping one skinny strap down your shoulder, you spoke through the din,
âYou know, this dress can be strapless. Do you think Sokolov wants it upâŠâ you locked eyes with Captain Price, seeing his throat swallow hard as he watched you in the silence you had created, âor down?â
The other soldiers were stunned, unable to look away as you slipped both straps off of your shoulders and tucked them into your dress. One strap was still partially visible, and Ghost slowly moved one gloved finger up your arm, tracing your skin lightly, and finished tucking it in for you. He lingered, caressing the side of your breast as he removed it.Â
âYou gonna be able to seduce this Russian bastard, Sergeant? Or, do you need some practice?â Price asked with a low, threatening tone.Â
The whole room held its breath waiting for your answer. The four men towered over your short frame, casting shadows over you like black spells, hoping you would relinquish your control over them. All of their eyes watched as you slowly, achingly lifted a hand and traced it up Gazâs canvas pant leg, stopping when you discovered the heavy head of his cock, hardening down toward his knee. With the back of your hand, you pet it like a skittish animal, reveling in its smoothness and warmth. Your eyes found his as they fluttered, blood rushing through his body in a panic,
âI think I could use some practice, Captain.â
You felt Gazâs rod leap at your answer. He bent down to kiss your mouth, slanting his lips fiercely against you.Â
Soap came up behind you, gripping your ass through the silk of your dress roughly,
âWeâll help you, lass. Weâll help you practice, wonât we, boys? Jesus, you smell so good,â he buried his face in your neck and sucked against your skin.Â
Ghost found your other hand and held it tightly, using it to steady you from Soap and Gazâs assault. Price moved Gaz out of the way, earning himself a glare, and peeled the dress off of you in one fell swoop, revealing the expanse of uncovered skin underneath.Â
âHoly shite,â the captain breathed, whispering his lament, âSergeant, where are your knickers?â
âI guess I forgot them, Captain,â you blushed, batting your eyes up at him, doing actual damage to his psyche. Â
He didnât have much time to savor the moment though because Ghost was shoving him out of the way to pick you up by the thighs to lay you on the table. The giant knelt between your legs, pulling you by the knees until your ass was hanging off of the low wooden planks. He lifted his mask just enough for you to see him lick his lips over sharp, white teeth before feasting on your wet folds, letting the cloth of the balaclava hide most of his efforts.Â
Ghost created a soothing, yet electrically wet warmth in your core which made you keen loudly, only to be muffled by Priceâs smoky kiss. You could taste the burned tobacco on his tongue and your skin was scraped by his thick mustache.Â
Gazâs voice got your attention. He had freed his cock from his pants and started to stroke it, standing by your side and playing with your breasts with his free hand as Price savaged your mouth. He tugged on your nipple and told you,
âYou know, Rabbit, youâre going to have to really put yourself out there tomorrow. Show him these gorgeous tits of yours. Make him think youâre hungry for his cock,â Gaz rubbed his head, hard and hungry for you, âCan you do that? Let us see how good you can be, princess. We need you to ace this missionâ
You felt Ghost dip his hard cock between your pussy lips, distracting you from Priceâs tongue in your mouth. You broke the kiss and looked up at Ghost, dazed, into his masked face,
âI promise, sir. Iâll be good,â you looked around at all four of the men, reaching out to grab Soapâs cock that he was stroking for you, âWill you show me how?â
You didnât give Soap time to answer. The Scot gasped as you devoured him, sucking him down into your throat, making yourself gag as he fucked your throat in and out in long thrusts. He tangled his fingers in your hair. Ghost matched his rhythm below you, pounding his cock into your wet hole. You thought you could feel something on his dick. Was he pierced? You could see your slick gleam on his lips and chin where his mask was still askew.Â
âYeah,â Ghost smiled haughtily, âyou like those piercings, donâtcha baby?â
You didnât have a chance to respond. Price pulled your head away from Soapâs dick, kissing your mouth lewdly again before giving you an order,
âOpen your mouth wide for me, love.â
You obeyed. Then, he spit onto your tongue, warm and bubbling, before shoving your face down onto his own fat rod. It made your lips burn with its cruel girth, even though it felt relatively soft, and you thought fleetingly that there was no way your poor little cunt was going to be able to take him, Ghost was big enough to be filling, but the captain was carrying around a true weapon.Â
He pulled your head off of him roughly, watching as the strings of drool connected your tongue to his cockhead, growling in short, lustful breaths.Â
âAlright, boys. Make sure sheâs good and ready for me. You know the drill,â Price barked, and then he was gone.Â
The drill? You looked for him, confused, and only found Gaz, who was now slapping his long dick on your cheek, knocking for entrance. He let you take his head into your mouth, having a much easier time than you did with your captain. You bobbed your head up and down dutifully, not realizing just how long his cock was until he tried to force it into your throat. He held you down for a moment, moaning shamelessly, before releasing you to let you breathe.Â
âYou alright, babes?â He laughed.
You nodded, moaning. Ghost took himself out of your wetness and pulled you off of the table. Soap hopped up to lay where you were, and you moved to ride him, making sure to get right to the edge with him to let Ghost back in. Youâd never taken two men at once, much less four, but there was a first time for anything, and you were a quick learner.Â
Spearing yourself onto Soap felt like someone had created a warm, custom, living dildo just for you. He was a perfect fit, and you both cried out in pleasure from the sensation. Ghost slapped your ass, hard, and you screamed, clenching around Soapâs cock. Soap moaned darkly.Â
âKeep suckinâ that big cock, baby. Need to teach you how to multitask,â Ghost threatened as he bent to eat your asshole, wiggling his tongue into the tight rim to gain entrance.
He started to fuck you with it, his long wet muscle moving in and out as Soap thrust himself up into you, hitting your g-spot every single time like magic. You took Gaz back into your mouth and tried your best to take him deeper into your throat. Every time you did, you would gag, and your muscles would involuntarily clench, and the whole room would moan. You started to come, feeling yourself flood around Soap, whose mouth had latched onto one of your nipples, suckling like he was trying to feed from you.Â
You could see Price out of the corner of your eye. He had lit another cigar and was smoking it, stroking himself, still not at his full capacity. You were scared of him. He looked like some sort of demon, breathing fire, as big around as your forearm. He wasnât as long as Gaz, nor as delightfully curved as Soap, but he made your legs shake without even touching you. When he did touch you, rising from his chair when he wanted to fondle you, pinching a nipple, pulling your hair, forcing your head down on Gaz, it lit you up like you were kerosene and he was the match.Â
Suddenly, Ghostâs tongue was gone, only to be replaced by his heavy head. He was going to fuck your ass, and there was nothing you could say to stop him. Youâd only done anal once or twice before, and you knew it might hurt. He went so slowly that you could feel each and every piercing as he popped them into you, one by one. Then, as he pulled back out, you felt them pop as each one went through you again, raking himself in and out gently, as careful with you as he could be. When you were more pliant, he began to throw his weight into each thrust, and Soap started to groan below you from the sensation.Â
âDonât you fuckinâ dare, Johnny boy,â Price threatened, his voice full of stern warning.Â
You werenât sure what he was warning him about until Soap pulled his cock out of you and came all over your stomach, Ghostâs thrusts making the fluid smear between you two, rubbing your bodies together. Ghost pulled out next, and you felt his hot, thick ropes spray onto your ass cheeks, melting down your thighs.Â
Gaz abandoned your mouth and took over for Soap, feeding himself inch by inch until he found your end, leaving some of his cock out in the cold. He fucked you faster than the others, not caring to move out of the way as Soap rolled off of the table, whining like a whore the whole time.Â
Captain Price came around to your face, holding your chin in his hand, looking down at you without pity,
âGarrickâs got a long cock, donât he, love? Youâre being so good for my men, such a good girl. Sweet little slut, hm? Youâre going to do so well on this mission. Those areholes wonât know what hit âem.â
He grabbed your hair fiercely, hurting your scalp, forcing you to turn and look back at Gaz. Price took a long puff from his cigar, blowing it past your face,Â
âBaby, he could fuck you for a hundred years. Heâs not gonna come until you scream his name.â
You heard Gaz moan louder at Priceâs suggestion, so you did. You screamed for him over and over, not caring who might have heard you, begging for him to come in you.Â
âHeâs not allowed to come in you, love,â Price kissed your open panting mouth, âBut, donât worry. Itâs about to be my turn, and youâll be feeling my fuckinâ come drip out of your cunt all night long.â
Priceâs voice made your blood run cold with fear. He wasnât making threats. Those were clearly promises. Predictions of the future. His cock was tucked back into the band of his pants, but it lay in wait there like a serpent, eager to strike.
Your heart pounded in your chest as Gaz pulled his long shaft all the way out of you, his come shooting onto your lips and ass, feeling him use his hand to rub it into your skin, making you sticky. Your captain gave him a warning look, and you realized they had done this sort of thing before. Perhaps many times before. As you watched Soap and Ghost comfort each other, breathing close together, touching themselves, you wondered if they ever fucked each other as well. Picturing the four of them rutting into each other made you hungry, deep in your belly, starving to witness such an act.Â
Finally, it was your captainâs turn. The look in his eyes made you tremble. You knew he wouldnât be cruel, not on purpose anyway. He wasnât a heartless man, but he wasnât one to hold himself back from what he wanted either. You knew that he would fuck you the way he wanted to, as hard as he wanted to, no matter how much complaining you might do about how his cock would stretch you out - even to the point of pain.Â
âOn your back, love. Legs up. Spread that pussy open for me,â he commanded.Â
You did as he told you, opening yourself up shamelessly, letting your folds spread wide.Â
He walked around the table to gaze upon your form, staring at your pink flesh like it was a hot meal, and he was starving. He moaned, rubbing his hand across your sticky mons,Â
âMm, thatâs my pretty little Rabbit. NowâŠâ he paused for effect, sinking three fingers into your hole roughly but ever so slowly, twisting his arm as he did, corkscrewing his knuckles into you, â...I want you to understand that thereâs a reason Iâm last in line, love.â
You cried out from the pressure of his huge hand. It felt like you were going to tear. Then, after a few hard thrusts, he released you. The emptiness you felt was heartbreaking. You looked for him, pleading with your eyes for him to return to you. He pulled his cock free from his waistband, unable to connect his finger to his thumb as he wrapped around it. You whined involuntarily, something animal in you recognizing its fate.Â
âShh, baby, I know,â he drug out his voice, âI knowâŠâ
He positioned the heavy shaft on top of your body, measuring himself from base to tip, reaching your navel. As he slapped it against you, it made a loud thudding noise, slamming into your muscles like a fist. Price was so heavy. Youâd never even imagined a man could feel like he was pure, warm, thick marble. Your pussy seemed to understand the panic you were feeling, flooding itself, preparing for the upcoming invasion.Â
âIâm so fuckinâ eager for you, love,â he slapped you again, quick taps right to your swollen clit.
Then, he put his head inside of you, squeezing himself in. He left it inside of you and started to pump himself with his hand. Between the vibration from his fist and the fact that it felt like you were sitting on the end of a steel bat, you couldnât hold back your keening, loud and high-pitched.Â
Price began the steady, slow march forward, swelling harder and harder by the moment, making your walls feel like they might break. It seemed as if all the blood in your body was rushing down your belly and up your legs, hurrying to your core.Â
Your eye were wild, full of your fear, tears forming at the corners of your eyes,
âI canât, please! I canât. Itâs too big, fuckâŠâ
Price didnât stop. He just kept feeding himself in and pulling himself back out, wetting his cockâs skin with your soaking hole.Â
âYou can, and you will, love,â the captain growled, âNow, shut that pretty mouth and take it.â
Your cheeks were wet and your eyes burned, he was so deep within you that it felt like he was thrusting into your throat. You couldnât breathe.
Suddenly, Soap grabbed your hand, kissing your palm, using his tongue to lick your skin,
âItâs alright, bonnie. Iâm here, lass. Breathe with me, lass.â
He bent down to kiss you, but he didnât quite connect, letting his lips graze yours featherlight. Soap breathed in and breathed out in steady, measured beats. You felt yourself begin to relax. It had such an immediate effect that you heard Price groan, able to slip himself a bit deeper than he had done.Â
It was like a chain reaction, the more relaxed you became, breathing with Soap, feeling him suck and lick your nipples softly, the more Price was able to squeeze himself in.Â
Finally, you felt his hair at the base of his cock, thick and curled, and as he sighed, he settled inside of you, impossibly pressing against your whole body, making a clear outline of himself in your lower belly. He rubbed it, almost fondly, and you felt every inch of him throb against your walls, his head bullying your womb.
You cried out again from the strain. Ghost and Gaz joined Soap. Gaz began to suckle from your breast on your left side, fondling himself as he did so, getting hard again. Ghost was at your head on the end of the table, and he bent to kiss you, upside down, his tongue running all the way down your throat, long and slippery against your own.Â
He pulled away, petting your cheek as Price began to grind himself into you,
âYou alright, Rabbit? You enjoying your captainâs cock, hm?â
âMm hm,â you whispered, whimpering through your tears.
Ghost smiled, and his straight, white teeth looked menacing as he did, sharp, wolf-like,
âI know you are, babe. Youâre doing so well. Look at him. You can see him inside of your cunt.â
He lifted your head by your hair, showing you the grotesque shadow of Priceâs heavy rod as it shoved itself into you. You reached your hands down to it, feeling it through your skin. It was so unique. His size wasnât like anything youâd ever experienced, and your body was sending confused signals of passion, your orgasms coming in shattered, broken waves. Feeling incomplete. Too powerful, and yet drawn out like the last note of a symphony.Â
As you touched him from the outside, Price moaned aloud for the first time. It shocked you. You looked up at him, managing to meet his eyes.
âFuck,â you moaned, âYou feel so good inside of me, Captain.â
âMm, yeah?â He replied, using his hands to press yours down onto his cock, making you gasp, âYou like it, baby? Iâm gonna make sure you never want anybody else.âÂ
Price reached down and grabbed you by the throat, scaring away Soap and Gaz. He lifted you up, making his dick fit inside of you that much tighter with the change of angle. Then, he began the true performance. He thrust himself in with fast, punishing strokes, slamming himself into you. You were sure you would bruise, and you felt dizzy, almost like youâd pass out.Â
Soap was at your side again, holding your hair away from your face,
âLook at you, lassie. Such a good girl for your captain. Takinâ that cock so damn well. Canât wait to be back inside you, girl.â
He kissed your cheek, palm massaging his dick which was back to full mast, eager again.Â
âAlright, Johnny,â Price grinned, âSince you asked so nicely.â
Without any strain whatsoever, Price lifted you up by your hips and held you in the air as he fucked you, bringing you around the table so that Soap could position himself at your asshole. Ghostâs earlier efforts had made it ready for him, and you could very acutely feel how much he was throbbing to be inside of you, pulsing as he fit against Price.Â
âUngh, fuck, lass,â Soap groaned as he began to thrust into you, pistoning with the captain, âHeâs got you so tight for me.â
âYeah? It feels so good. MmmâŠâ you whimpered, feeling more full than youâd ever been.Â
Johnny was holding your breasts as Price lifted you up, brutalizing your pussy. Every thrust felt like an electric pulse, making you cock-drunk and mindlessly pliant.Â
They worked in tandem for what felt like eons, pistoning in and out with each other. Eventually, after he had felt you come, Soap addressed his captain directly,
âSir, IâmâŠplease, sir, can I?â
âCan you what, soldier?â Price grunted through gritted teeth, testing his sergeant.
âCan I come, sir? Please, CapâŠâ
âYeah, Johnny. Câmon, mate. Let her feel it.â
âF-fuck! FuckâŠâ Soap groaned, pushing himself flush against your asshole, pumping his come into you.Â
He caught his breath while he was still in you, kissing the nape of your neck, and then he pulled away slowly. He helped Gaz replace him, holding your ass wide apart so his comrade could position himself inside. And just when you thought your poor pussy would have room to breathe, Gazâs incredibly long shaft was piercing your hole again.Â
You felt him sigh, his breath against your neck. He took over holding you up, and Price praised him,
âThatâs it, Garrick. Sheâs all yours. Take it.â
Gaz reacted to his words in a way that made you rethink their entire dynamic. Then, you remembered how he had come when you said his name. He seemed to get harder and harder the more Price praised him, and you wanted to give him that same validation.Â
âGaz,â you whispered, leaning your head back to rest on his shoulder, âItâs so big, baby. Itâs like I can feel you in my throat. Oh, Gaz. Gaz!â
âMm,â Price put his mouth to your neck, groaning, âThatâs it, love. Tell him how much you like that long cock.â
âSo much, Gaz. Itâs so good,â you added.Â
Then, Price took his left hand and wrapped it around the back of Gazâs neck in a moment of surprising intimacy. As Price kissed the front of your throat, Gaz kissed your shoulder and nape. You felt like a peeled fruit being shared between them, a ripped rind, your juicy flesh being split in two; two halves of a ripe orange.Â
Gaz lasted longer than Soap had when he fucked your ass, but Priceâs attention seemed to spur him on. His movements were slippery, and you could feel the remnants of Soapâs come frothing around your entrance, easing his efforts.
âCaptain,â Gaz whined, desperate for more of that approval.Â
âCâmon, Kyle. Sheâs ready for you. Good lad.â
The use of his first name made Gaz thrust up into you with a feverish pace. He cried out as he came, hard, into you. Feeling him fall back out of you made you imagine the tendrils of a giant kraken, seeming to travel forever just to remove himself from your body, slithering out of you with a terrible squelching noise.Â
Gaz let Price hold you again, and you turned, expecting Ghost. Price laughed at you, chuckling softly,
âMissing your masked man already?â
You looked at Price, feeling raw and used, waiting for an explanation,
âHeâs a littleâŠpreoccupied.â
Price laid you back on the table, letting you turn your head to see Ghost, buried in Soapâs asshole up to the hilt, furiously jacking him off, slamming into him a little too roughly for your liking. It was violent, but Soap seemed to be enjoying himself beyond measure.Â
Your pussy, though, disagreed with your assessment, clenching around Priceâs cock while you watched Simon abuse his friendâs hole.Â
âMm,â the captain moaned, feeling your muscles react, âYou like that, love? You wanna be fucked rough like that?â
He didnât give you a chance to answer. Price wrapped your legs beneath his chest in a full mating press and wrecked you, pounding into your body like a giant fist. You felt your bones shudder beneath his behemoth form. Just when you thought you might puke from how overstimulated you were, you felt him pause. Then, your pussy felt like it was leaking, and it was. Priceâs come just kept milking its way out of you, his cock pulsing inside, making your walls throb.Â
When he finished, he kissed you on the mouth, almost lovingly, reverently. He started to slide out of you, being extremely careful, and youâd never felt so empty in your entire life. It was as if youâd never be full again. You found yourself whining, whimpering for Price to return.Â
âThatâs right, pretty girl,â Price smiled, âNever gonna want anybody else, are ya?â
You smiled, shocked and in considerable discomfort. Gaz scooped you up off of the table, cradling you, sitting down with you in his lap in a large chair. He reached down for some water and handed it to you, helping you recover.Â
Price was standing with his hands on his hips, panting from his exertion. Ghost and Soap were connected like two hounds, locked together, the Scot cock warming his tall lover, groaning on every exhale.Â
âWell, what do you think, lads? Do we have a winner?â Price asked.
âYeah, we fucking do, Cap,â Gaz pet your head, moving your sweaty hair out of your eyes.Â
âFuck yeah, mate,â Ghost growled, pawing at Johnny again, rabid for him.Â
âHear that, bonnie?â Soap managed to ask, still moaning in little breaths as he was being speared by Ghost, âGot yourself a new permanent assignment.â
Price walked over to you, grabbing you by the face and kissing you once more,
âYou belong to us now, love. Perfect little slut.â
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